The Flaming Girls Ch. 05

Chapter Five - Everything's Coming Up Charlie

"You just treat me like any other woman and when it gets to the tricky bits I'll help you," Charlie smiled up at Robin but the sweetness in her gaze had been replaced by desire.

Robin took off his coat, kicked off his shoes and then removed his shirt, tie and pants and then impatiently tugged at his socks.

Charlie sat on the couch watching.

"There is no romantic way for a man to take off his socks is there?" she giggled.

Stripped down to just his underpants, Robin Sparrow was a fine specimen of a man. He was a swimmer and although his summer tan had long since faded, his ropey muscles were still well defined beneath his pale unblemished skin. Charlie reached out and ran her hands across his chest and Robin shivered.

"It's not fair; I'm nearly naked and you're still fully clothed," he grinned at her.

"Don't you want to undress me? Think of it like unwrapping a Christmas present," Charlie teased.

Robin surprised her when he lifted her and carried her the short distance to her bed. He lay her down gently and then lay down beside her.

They kissed for a long time, neither of them in any kind of rush, they had all night. Charlie snaked her hand across Robin's chest outlining the curves of his pectorals. She put her leg over his and rubbed it up slowly and down, Robin put a hand on her thigh and encouraged her, his fingers delighting in the feel of soft flesh encased in the wispy nylons. Their kisses became more demanding, their tongues intertwined and their lips locked.

Charlie continued exploring Robin's body, stopping at his flat muscled abdomen where she traced the washboard of muscle and sinew. Robin gasped in her mouth and then moaned as her hand continued its journey down to his groin, grazing the considerable lump stretching his briefs.

"I think I want to unwrap my present," Robin whispered, rolling away from Charlie and then looming over her.

She lay still while Robin unbuttoned her blouse and lifted herself up a little to help him remove it. She was wearing a mauve satin brassiere with padded cups and it contrasted magnificently with her flawless alabaster skin; the pink star-shaped scar on her belly the only blemish. Next he unbuttoned and pulled down her skirt, pooling it around her ankles.

"What about my heels?" Charlie asked.

Robin just gave her a look that could only be interpreted as abject lust.

"Ok. I guess the heels stay on for now," she chuckled.

Robin gazed at Charlie lying on the bed in the lamplight. She was incredibly beautiful and desirable. Her pretty face with her bright green eyes accentuated by her dark eye makeup and bright-red lipstick was framed by her flaming red hair, which lay tousled on the white pillow case. Her body had a slender frame, but with curves in the right places. She had a tiny waist but well-defined, full hips and a tight buxom bottom. Her breasts were understandably small but helped by the padding in the mauve satin bra they were proportional to her body.

The matching satin full-cut knickers clung to her body and Robin had to admit to being stupefied as where her genitalia might be but he was more interested in continuing his inspection of her body. Under the panties she was wearing flesh-toned, high-gloss, sheer-to-the-waist tights that clung to her long legs like gossamer and appeared to glisten in the lamplight. The bright-red stiletto heels were the icing on the cake.

Robin fell on her and stifled her surprised squeal by mashing her lips with his, driving his tongue deep into her mouth. Charlie wrapped her arms around him and locked her calves around his. She could feel the substantial girth of his erect penis pressing into her belly.

Charlie managed to snake her hand between their bodies and when Robin realised what she was doing he lifted himself off her a little to cooperate. He moaned as Charlie traced the outline of his phallus through his underwear and drew a deep breath when her fingertips found the glands of his penis protruding from the top of the waistband. She worked her hand inside his underpants and took his manhood in her hand. It was massive.

Robin disengaged so that he could shuck out of his underpants and when he was naked he lay down on top of Charlie again. She felt soft and warm and smelled wonderful under him, his cock pressed on the front of her panties and he revelled in the sensation of the satin panty against his sensitive flesh but at the same time wondered where Charlie was hiding her genitals.

Charlie wrapped her legs around Robin and encouraged him to rub against her; she was uncomfortably erect and would need to do something about it soon or it would become painful. She was determined to let Robin fully explore her body and if what he found repulsed him, so be it.

Robin slipped his hand inside Charlie's knickers and tights and found a clean-shaven pubis and the base of what was unmistakably a penis. Charlie opened her legs a little to facilitate him and Robin put his hand between her thighs and found Charlie's penis strapped to her perineum. It was wrapped in her empty scrotum and held in place by medical tape.

"Does it repulse you?" Charlie whimpered; her face buried in his neck.

She couldn't bear to see the disgust in his eyes.

Robin tugged at the edge of the tape.

"Can I take it off?" he whispered in her ear.

"It's like a Band-Aid, the quicker the better but I understand if you would just rather..." she didn't get to finish the sentence.

Robin put his mouth over hers to stifle the yelp and ripped away the gaff. He carefully eased her semi-hard penis out of its nest and it filled the front of her tights and panties.

"Is that better?" he smiled down at her.

Charlie nodded and hunched up on her heels briefly and clenched then relaxed the muscles that allowed her testes to descend back into her scrotum.

"Now. Where were we?" Robin lowered his face to Charlie's and kissed her.

He pressed his cock into her groin, feeling the flesh of her penis become harder inside her panties as he began to rub against her. They enjoyed that for a while, Charlie stroking his muscled back and rubbing her legs on his while he rutted against her. They kissed fervently. Charlie wanted to feel his powerful manhood in her hand and she worked it between their bodies and gripped his hard veiny flesh.

Robin rolled off her so that they lay side by side, kissing and caressing while Charlie stroked his huge cock and cupped his scrotum. She froze when Robin tentatively put his hand in her knickers and touched her penis.

"You don't have to... of my god!" Charlie purred when Robin took her in hand and began to stroke her through the diaphanous fabric of her tights.

Robin broke the kiss and smiled down at her.

"I don't have to do what?" he grinned, squeezing her cock, teasing dewy drops of pre-cum from her.

"I know how these things work you know," he smirked.

"Well you better be careful mister because if you keep that up it's going to go off in your hand," Charlie smirked back at him.

"Me too sweetheart. I'm close," Robin sighed.

"Ok. Here we go. You be careful with that thing; go slow ok?" Charlie looked up at him with genuine trepidation on her face.

Charlie opened the drawer on her bedside table and took out a tube of KY-Jelly.

She grabbed a handful of pillows and put them under the small of her back and lay there with her legs open invitingly and Robin climbed between them. Charlie had prepared and lubricated herself for just this eventuality while she was in the toilet but she had never considered that Robin might have such a monstrous girth.

Charlie unscrewed the cap of the lubricant and covered Robin's erection with a healthy coat of the slippery gel.

"Be careful or I'm going to come before I'm inside you," Robin gasped.

Charlie pulled down her panties, leaving them dangling from one ankle, her cock tented the gusset of her pantyhose which were soaked with their pre-seminal fluids.

"Ok lover, take it slow," she smiled up at him.

Charlie guided his glans between her buttocks and snagged the crotch of her tights with her long fingernail to make a hole big enough for his cock. She pressed Robin's glans against her puckered bud and bit her lip in anticipation.

Robin pressed himself very slowly against the resistance of Charlie's sphincter, letting the lubricant do its job. Robin had women complain that he was too big for them during vaginal intercourse so he knew that he had to be careful and totally attentive to Charlie's responses.

Charlie relaxed her sphincter and the head of Robin's cock eased inside her, stretching her flesh to full elasticity. Expecting searing pain, Charlie was pleasantly surprised to feel a pleasant fullness, there was some dull ache for sure but it was a nice dull ache.

Robin lowered his face to Charlie and kissed her, keeping his body still even though he wanted so much to be fully inside her. Charlie slowly and surely impaled herself on Robin's magnificent manhood until it was inside her all the way. Robin had to force himself not to come when her slick, velvet sheath enveloped his throbbing cock.

"Oh god Charlie; I can't stop it!" Robin cried.

"Then don't," Charlie crushed her lips against his and rode up to meet his thrusts as he began to fuck her.

She wrapped her silky legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as he lifted her bodily from the bed, cupping her buttocks in his big hands as he pounded his cock in and out of Charlie's tight anus.

Charlie orgasmed first, biting her lip and grinding herself against his fearsome weapon as it scoured her anus, sending ripples of intense pleasure through her body. She flooded the front of her tights and Robin felt her scalding issue on his belly. He roared with intense satisfaction and delight as his scrotum contracted and a torrent of semen filled Charlie's back passage.

They clung to each other, moaning endearments as they luxuriated in the most wonderful orgasms that either of them had ever experienced. The rolled around the small bed extracting every scintilla of pleasure from each other's bodies.

They lay panting and exhausted on the bed, both perspiring despite the cool evening.

Robin rolled over and sidled up to Charlie and stroked her face, his finger followed the curve of her chin down to the silvery scar on her neck. He looked down at her belly and saw the fading pink scar and traced it with his finger.

"Did I hurt you?" he sounded genuinely concerned.

"Yes," she replied.

"And I want you to hurt me like that again as soon as you're ready," she snuggled up to him and mewed.

Robin chuckled.

"If it's any consolation I think your high heels have scarred me for life," Robin pretended to wince when he dabbed at the marks where Charlie's heels had raked his flanks.

"Serves you right! You're the one who wanted me to leave them on," she taunted him.

*****

The migraines were getting worse and sex with Alice and masturbating with his trophies bought only temporary relief. Walter needed to find another Flaming Girl to ease his pain, to satisfy the terrible hunger that plagued him. To make matters worse that muckraker Ruffe Ingersoll had posted a story in The Daily Sun hypothesising that the Essex Slasher, as they called him, was fixated on women with red hair and blue or green eyes which would further reduce the pool of eligible ladies.

Sadie Smithers was a barmaid at the Trunk and Brick pub just off the A12 outside of Chelmsford. She was in her late forties and a rather buxom matronly woman that some would have mean spiritedly said was mutton dressed as lamb. Her usual garb for tending bar was a short black tight-fitting skirt, white satin blouse worn open to show her ample décolletage, black seamed stockings and shiny black high heels. She favoured heavy makeup and wore her hair in a bouffant. The more generous patrons compared her to Miss Brahms and the less generous patrons compared her to Mrs Slocombe from the popular TV series, Are You Being Served.

Sadie was gregarious, chatty and always up for a laugh. She flirted with the patrons but only in fun and liked to lift her skirt and flash her stocking-tops after a couple of shandies after work.

Her bouffant of fiery red hair was her trademark and with piecing blue eyes she copped a few quips about being an ideal candidate for the Slasher.

"Don't be silly love; he'd not be interested in old biddy like me, he likes 'em young and lively does the Slasher," she joked.

Walter Middleton stopped in the Trunk and Brick for a pint on the way home one day; his first time ever visiting the establishment. He sat at a table in the corner mesmerised by Sadie Smithers whose hair flamed like a torch and whose eyes glowed like a perfect blue flame.

It was miserable English weather, drizzling and foggy the next evening when Sadie Smithers was waiting at the bus stop and she was grateful when the handsome man driving the Bentley stopped and offered her a lift.

She was found the next day in a wooded copse with her skirt hiked up, her legs open wide and her knickers were gone along with the silver anklet that she always wore. Her throat had been slashed and her innards arranged like a garland around her neck. There was a sealed envelope addressed to Ruffe Ingersoll beside her body sealed in plastic baggie to keep it safe from the elements.

*****

"So what do we do?" Charlie and Robin sat in the seedy café across from Glenda Savage's flat.

Robin had spent the last five nights in Charlie's bed.

They were both ravenous and had eaten a good old English fry-up for breakfast.

"What do you mean?" Robin reached across the table and took Charlie's hand in his.

"You're a Detective Sargent and I'm a transvestite prostitute. We're hardly a perfect match," Charlie rummaged in her bag for her smokes.

"What if you weren't?" Robin mused.

"What if I wasn't what? Do you have a magic wand that's going to turn me into a real woman?" Charlie lit up her smoke.

"There you go again. As far as I am concerned you are as much a woman as any other girl I've met," Robin replied.

"I bet you say that to all the pretty transvestites you've bummed," Charlie said sarcastically and immediately regretted it.

"I'm sorry," Charlie squeezed his hand.

"It's ok Charlie. I know that self-depreciation is just your defence mechanism," Robin squeezed back.

"Do you want to wag school today?" Robin smiled at her.

Charlie furrowed her brow.

"You want to go home and do it all again? I'm surprised you have the energy," she smiled at him mischievously.

"As much as I'd like to, no. I want you to come with me into London; I have a surprise for you," Robin returned her smile.

"Are you taking me out on the town Detective Sargent Sparrow?" she teased.

"Sort of. Finish that fag and lets go," he stood up, finished his tea and went to the counter to pay.

It took just under an hour on the train and Charlie slept most of it with her head on Robin's shoulder, only waking to change trains at Liverpool St. He dozed too and woke Charlie as their train was pulling into the Oxford Circus underground.

Soho in the seventies was a mecca for locals and tourists looking for 'sex and drugs and rock and roll'. Homosexuality was decriminalised in the UK in 1967 but there still weren't that many gay friendly or alternative gender venues. Soho was the antithesis of most of the UK with a plethora of gay and transgender bars and nightclubs, cafes and shops. The sub-culture attracted those whose affections were so inclined, including the lookie-loos and not to mention the sticky overcoat brigade. It was a melting pot.

Charlie was fascinated as Robin led her through the streets, she didn't know which way to look there was so much happening. Pop music blared from cafés and bars, there were 'working girls' of all persuasions and rent boys openly plying their trade.

"You're not getting me a new corner to work on are you?" Charlie punched Robin in the arm playfully.

"Far from it. Come in here," Robin pulled Charlie into a garishly appointed unisex hairdressing salon.

'Fringe Chic' was a very avant-garde hairstyling salon which catered to people of all persuasions. Inside it was painted rose-pink and teal, although you could hardly see the walls for the posters of famous musicians and movie stars and other arty paraphernalia. Mirror balls hung from the ceiling and strings of coloured lights were strung along the coving where the walls met the ceiling. Pop music was blaring from speakers in all four corners of the shop.

The walls were lined with long benches where hairdressers were hard at work washing, drying, colouring, cutting, and styling.

A very tall blonde girl wearing pink jeans and a blue puffy-sleeved top under her white hairdressers smock squealed and dropped the scissors and comb she had been using and ran to the door. She literally threw herself at Robin who had to catch her as she hung onto him with arms and legs wrapped around him. She smothered him with kisses and Charlie felt a pang of jealousy.

The girl dropped to her feet but still draped herself around Robin hanging onto him for dear life.

"Charlie, this is Samantha and Samantha this is Charlie," Robin made the introductions.

"Oh my god! My stiff upper-lipped, straight-laced and so square he's a cube big brother is hanging around with you! Aren't you just precious, come here so I can see you," Samantha latched onto Charlie just like she had her brother.

After a generous hug and kiss on the cheek Samantha held Charlie out at arm's length.

Charlie was wearing a denim miniskirt, a mauve satin blouse, her favourite bolero jacket, pale pink tights and red platform shoes.

"So cute. I've read about you of course and seen your picture in the paper but you are so much more beautiful in the flesh. Who does your hair?" Samantha gushed.

Charlie was still overcome and almost speechless.

"I do," she eventually whispered.

"We'll fix that. Anyway, what do you think?" Samantha waved her hand around the salon where four hairdressers, three girls and one boy, were busy cutting hair.

They all wore stylish clothes under their smocks and their hair was outrageously perfect.

"I think it's wonderful," Charlie gawped at the shop and its fittings.

"So when can you start?" Samantha's smile was wide and addictive.

"What do you mean?" Charlie smiled back but was bamboozled.

"My dear brother told me that you've always wanted to be hairdresser and I have an apprenticeship vacant so..." Samantha left the sentence hanging.

Charlie's smile dropped from her face and was replaced by anger.

She turned around and walked out of the salon with Robin hot on her heels.

"Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, slow down... stop. Let's talk," Robin had to run to catch up with her.

"How dare you!" Charlie turned on Robin and unleashed her venom.

"Look. You can't keep doing what you have been doing even if you wanted to. I spoke to Sam on the phone during the week and told her about you and she is really keen to take you on," Robin explained.

"So... you told her all about me did you?" Charlie's anger roiled.

"Look. She can read a newspaper just like anybody else but I told her how gracious you are, how lovely a person you are, even though the world seems intent on hating you, you deal with it in your own glorious way. Sam doesn't want you because she feels sorry for you; she wants you because you have pluck and personality," Robin elaborated.

"Wait! You told her this before we... you know, before we shagged?" Charlie's anger started to abate.

"Yes. Just after I joined the SIC and realised what an arsehole I'd been and how lovely you are," Robin's voice was pleading.

"So this wasn't a ruse because you didn't want your girlfriend to be a prostitute," Charlie asked.